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wickedissms‌:

So he really didn’t remember her, how annoying. “Do you think some VK is better than you? Really? And haven’t you seen him around with everyone else? She’s not the only one in his heart…not the way you hold only her in your heart.” She held up her hand and let a few green sparks fly, “Does this jog your memory? Tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help.”

“What are you talking about?” He had failed to keep up with all the auradon gossip and the cold only gave him more reason to stay inside lately. “Oh---” He realized what he must have asked her when they first met. “I -- I don’t know if I can.” The words of his secret felt heavy on his tongue but he was desperate for any kind of help. “I have this ability that I don’t know how to control and I don’t want it. It drives me insane.”

lovewrotes‌:

              “  i  don’t  really  care  .  i  had  …  nothing  better  to  do  ,  “  and  her  statement  isn’t  meant  to  be  taken  as  mean  ,  that  much  is  proven  by  the  crassness  and  lackadaisical nature  ,  as  she  kicks  her  feet  up  and  down  on  the  seat  mindlessly  . eyes  linger  on  his  form  ,  gauging  his  every  move  ,  before  nodding  .  “  i  like  hot  chocolate  .  if  you  …  don’t  mind  .  i  can  make  it  ,  though  .  you  look  …  weird  .  i  don’t  want  you  to  burn  yourself  .  “

     “ cool, no worries then. ” lacking tact was common place in halloweentown, it was only natural to be direct so salem didn’t take her words personally. nimble fingers ran through wild hair before he shook his head. “ i’m all good. this is how i am usually, ” he assured, moving to begin boiling the milk for the sweet drink. food was hard to stomach when he stayed sober long enough to feel withdrawals so non-alcoholic drinks had become his best friend.

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

wickedissms‌:

“Yes…the lonely little princess from Arendelle.” Maleficent could see that girl was a ball of chaos all on her own, no prodding needed. “Alone? Why not try and win her over?” And cause them both more pain in the process, “Love means fighting for the person you care about, doesn’t it? Who is she in love with that is so much better than you?” She skipped forward, “Did you think about my offer?”

“She’s not that lonely.” She had Harry if they were still together. “Win her over?” He laughed, shaking his head. “He's already better because he’s not me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little screwed up.” And damn did it hurt to admit that out loud. “Offer? Sorry --- I uh, was really drunk. You’re going to have to remind me.”

salem really needed to remember that not everyone had as strong a tolerance as he did. "hey, only one of us is allowed to feel worthless,” he joked before realizing that gil was serious. he really did himself as so much lesser than everyone around him. “gil---” he moved the drink away from the other male, cupping his face in his hands to force him to look at him. “that’s the alcohol talking, man.” he tried to calm him. “strong and tough, it’s bullshit. if you’re in somebody’s life it’s because they want you there. trust me, the minute someone doesn’t want you, they’d let you know. and even if they are so much better there’s still something you got that they must need.”

@graveghcst.

“sometimes i wonder if i am truly needed, y’know ? like – my dad has my brothers and ellie who are stronger and tougher than i will ever be,” he chewed on his thumb as his other hand toyed with the hem of his shirt – his fourth drink sitting in front of him, “and yeah i finally have the relationship i dreamed about but am i that needed in it ? somedays i think i’m not – especially since they are too so much better than me.”

lovewrotes‌:

         “  really  ?  “  closest  thing  to  happiness  from  her  is  the  small  inflection  in  tone  ,  before  she  looks  at  the  other  ,  shrugging  gently  ,  “  i  need  more  medication  .  i’ve  been  HAVING  migraines  more  often  and  …  i  don’t  know  why  .  hoping  for  a  …  stronger  advil  or  …  or  something  .  UNLESS  you  have  some  . “

       salem definitely had something stronger than advil. it was no secret to his siblings that he been making a mess of himself lately, the reason was still locked up tight in his mind. “ uh --- you should go to a doctor. they’re like, responsible and know about that shit. ” strong painkillers could easily lead down the road salem was on and he might be a hypocrite for it but he would never risk his little sister following him down that path.

sweetmvsics‌:

      girl will blink  ,   she’s not so much to a man of  this little  words  ;  but  NO WORRIES  .   she can talk enough for the both of them  .     “  then that means you’ve started your recovery road to 100%  .   judging by how much you were drinking  …  it might take you a whole day  .  ”    but she had only  JUST  met him  ,   so she could be wrong  .   she  probably  is  ,   sia has a tendency to be wrong at times  .     “  mhmm !  got some advil in my bag too  ,   if you need it  .  ”  

     a wince comes with her words, it’s one thing to admit to himself he has a problem, it’s another for someone else to possibly notice it. a complete stranger at that. “ no -- thanks. water’s fine. i don’t do well with medication. ” more like he had a problem staying away from it. not that advil was something he went to for recreational use. “ why --- why are you going out of your way for me? ”

wickedissms‌:

Maelficent hadn’t found him as low as before. She would have to bring him down then. She picked up a bit of snow with her bare hands, hardly registering the cold. She began to compact it into a ball. “I would have thought it would remind you of your ice princess.” She said, innocently enough. “Has her heart yet to melt for you?”

     “ Elva... ”  He had been doing his best to get better just so he could see her again, she may never love him back but he still wanted to be her friend. “Ah -- no, it’s never going to. I just --- you know, I’ll just be alone for a bit.” He forced a smile, trying not to think about the fact that he was in no condition to be with someone. To drag someone else into the mess he had become would be cruel.

@lilxxterror // closed starter

    “what? a guy can’t eat a dozen pancakes in peace?” he asked jokingly. they were at a light night diner, mainly trying to wait out the bad weather but salem had a bad case of the munchies. the twelve pancakes he devoured attested to that and the waiter gave him a slightly concerned look when he ordered a bowl of fruit to continue eating. “i used to think food like this was gross. i didn’t need to eat in halloweentown but all the food back home had spiders or toad’s breath in it. i wonder if they could make spider pancakes.”

@wwbadlands // closed starter

      “wow -- hey, no i’m alright.” the cut on his hand said otherwise. shards from broken beer bottles and drunk idiots like salem did not mix well. “okay, okay. maybe not totally alright.” taking another look at his hand, he wondered if he would need to get it stitched again. he missed being a ghost, human bodies were so fragile but as drunk as he was, he felt no pain. the only thing that reminded him that he should be concerned was the look he was getting from the guy in front of him.

@lovewrotes // closed starter

     “i’m sorry you got stuck here just because i asked a favor.” salem was really just looking for any excuse to hang out with someone to keep his mind distracted. he had cleaned his place up and put all of his alcohol out of site. the drugs his body had become accustomed to, he was having a harder time giving them up so he tried to limit how much he took. he still had a long way to go and he was already feeling antsy. “i didn’t think the snow would be so bad but um --- i can make you something? food? something warm to drink?”

same

          salem could had admit, he had been a pretty awful big brother lately. one small shopping trip. he could do that while staying mostly sober. “ okay, okay. what’s it for? i need a new hoodie anyways, my other one got -- burned up,” he said with a shrug.

@graveghcst  !!

                “  please  don’t  make  me  go  alone  ,  “  barely  a  whisper  from  the  youngest  skellington  ,  looks  up  to  the  other  ;  one  moment  ,  ONE  moment  of  vulnerability  you’ll  get  from  her  ,  “  i  know  it’s  just  a  stupid  shopping  trip  —  but  i  …  i  can’t  go  alone  .  please  ,  s  .  “

It took the former ghost a moment to remember who the woman was. It had a been a bad night for him when he met her, he honestly remembered very little about their talk but he felt comfortable in her presence, at least. “Oh, hey! Yeah, it’s pretty strange but I like it. Reminds me of my dad.” His dad who was the king of Halloween but also loved all things Christmas, including the chilly snow.

@graveghcst

Maleficent had been interrupted at the damn festival. But there was no reason to give up. This little abomination from Halloweentown presented a great opportunity, especially after some research. He had been a ghost in his home world, and the transition to human was not always smooth. “Hello stranger.” She said, her sweet princess form bouncing towards him in the snow. “Weird weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Some chaos she wasn’t responsible for but definitely approved of. 

lilxxterror‌:

She let out a laugh. “Well they are both very different from one another.” She said. “I mean the only real common thing between them is that you’re looking for treats and its usually in the form of candy.”

“oh yeah, candy’s always good.” not as good as what he actually desire but he really needed to get his mind off his parched throat. “hey, let’s go to one of the booths or like, explore or something.”

wcstelavd‌:

“no – no, that’s not what i meant,” harlow quickly amended, shaking her head as she met salem’s eyes ( she almost forgot the color of her friend’s eyes after being away from one another for so long, she remembered a time where it was full of life ). “i know, i – i,” she paused, taking a breath as she let a small smile make way, “i missed you too, salem. so very much.”

“what did you mean?” he asks, dark eyes searching for answers he had no right to demand. a brow raises at her statement, genuinely surprised she returned the sentiment. “ the old me, ” he corrects. “ you miss the me before i got all screwed up. ” he really had drank himself stupid, saying things that were meant to hurt himself just to punish himself. it was unfair to be putting this onto harlow.

lovewrotes‌:

           FIND  HER  clinging  to  the  wall  ;  as  if  floor  lava  and  she  too  afraid  to  take  a  step  CLOSER  off  the  rug  .  “  not  you  ?  what’s  …  what’s  stopping  you  ? “  is  the  only  thing  elly’s  caught  ,  repeating  after  him  in  a  certain  kind  of  CONFUSION  .  and  it’s  this  :  doesn’t  want  to  imagine  him  as  something  less  than  her  expectations  ,  chalk  it  up  to  some  romanticized  version  of  him  in  her  head  .  “  i  mean  .  YEAH  .  you  made  it  worth  it  ,  i  guess  .  don’t  …  don’t  usually  come  to  these  things  .  “

     his gaze drifted to the floor, head tilting to the side in contemplation. his addictions were known to everyone but his parents, how he was managing that was a miracle, but most wouldn’t care to ask about him unless they knew of his father. “ lots goin’ on up here, ” he tapped his temple, meeting her gaze once again. not a lie, not the full truth either. “ cool. i’m glad you came then. ” he flashed her a genuine, almost sweet smile.

atlashawkins‌:

“I could show you sometime if you wanted? It’s a really cool instrument. Not as cool as the violin though. It’s my favorite. I want to learn.” She smiles at him. “No problem. When you know what you want I’ll get it for ya.”

“I’ll pass.” Shit. He was definitely being rude but Salem never thought before he spoke and he had no real interest in learning about other instruments. “Water. I should probably just have water.”

sweetmvsics‌:

        hair will be brushed away from her face by her own hand  .   stella is no  MIND READER  ,   but she likes to think she could read people decently  ,   still  .   something’s off  ,   she should  divert  the attention off of him  .      “  my mom had me learn piano since i was young –  ”    she’ll offer  ,   hazel eyes falling on the other  .     “  but lets just say i sing better than i play  ,   and my singing ?  pretty  basic  .  ”  

      the male nodded, unsure why she was telling him this. “ if you’re singing’s basic then there doesn’t seem much point,” he stated bluntly. “unless you actually enjoy singing then --- it can never just be basic.” thinking out loud is mostly what he was doing. mostly sober or not, he never had a good brain to mouth filter.

wickedissms‌:

Maleficent never let the coy smile fall from her lips, “She is all those things, is she?” The ice princess did not seem to be as wonderful as he mentioned, she a lone snowflake in the middle of July, out of place and unwanted everywhere she went. but if he liked her… “She’s not all, is she? There’s a reason you find yourself unworthy of her.” She held up her hand and let a few green sparks appear, “Oh…I’m just someone who wants to help.”

Salem nodded but his eyes stayed fixated on hers’. Something about her was enchanting. A soft voice and gentle touch, she reminded him of Elva in some ways and it was enough to bring all his longing and self-loathing to the surface. “I... I’m not good for anyone,” he admitted, stare broken when he saw the green sparks fly from her fingertips. “Magic,” he whispered and Elva’s suggestion that perhaps someone could suppress his abilities came to the front of his mind. “I have abilities and --- they feel like I curse. I do bad things to suppress them but I don’t want to be a bad person,” he explained, desperation growing in his miserable state.

sweetmvsics‌:

        her mother had taught her well  ;  while chad fell asleep during classical music lessons  ,   stella  thoroughly  enjoyed it  .   stella could only play the piano  ,   sing a tune or two  -  so she was surely not going to perform tonight  ,   but she would watch  -  enjoy it  .     “  it’s been awhile since i heard something so passionate  .  ”  she has a fair amount of  TALENTED  friends  ,   but passionate ?   debatable  .      “  how long have you played for ?  ”

     some part of salem almost felt bad. a talent he had probably cultivated over years of hard work the first time he was alive, he now barely payed any attention to. “ uuh --- can’t say. years, probably. ” he shrugged. everything he could never find words elegant enough to express, he let it out when he was on stage. how disillusioned anyone from the audience must become when speaking to him.

wcstelavd‌:

“i see,” she mumbled, mostly to herself as she started to mess with organizing the booth, anything but to look at who she used to consider a close friend and feel the pain of losing him again. “you have ?” harlow questioned, slowly raising her head but not meeting his gaze just yet, “i didn’t think you mind me that much anymore.”

“ don’t sound so surprised, that makes me sound terrible --- guess i am, after all. ” he chuckled at the tragic statement, betraying that he was definitely intoxicated if it wasn’t already obvious. he could be a surprising clear speaker despite however much alcohol he consumed. “ i don’t --- uh, i don’t know. i’m not good for people, you know that.”

devourcd‌:

selfish  tendencies  come  out  to  play  —  she’ll  think  of  herself  alone ,  as  she’s  done  a  thousand  times   ,  “   ugh  ,  you’re  a  TOTAL  life  saver  ,   ”   wide  smile  ,  yet  ,  today  …  it’s  weighing  differently  .  (   perhaps  it’s  all  FINALLY  catching  up  with  her  ??  )   “   well  ,  that’s  no  fun  —  !  i  love  free  drinks  ,  but  …   ”  a  pause  ,  change  of  heart  .   “  we  should  do  something  fun  for  …  both  of  us  .   —  ‘s  there  a  reason  you  can’t  have  some  ,  anyway  ?   ”  overstepping  boundaries  …  it’s  just  something  she’s  good  at  .

the former ghost boy nodded, confident he knew his drinks well enough to pick out something the other would like. he watches as the bartender prepares them, finding it interesting how drinks are made since he often learned how to make them on his own. “ hm? ” his gaze shifts back to her. “ uh, a promise. i’m having enough fun ---  ” he paused when the shots were finally placed in front of them. “ anyways, try it! ”

wickedissms‌:

“Something like that,” Maleficent smiled slightly, she moved a little closer, she’d never been a seductress, and she wasn’t now, but she knew this form had a coy sort of charm. “Tell me about her, tell me what bothers you…” She tilted his chin towards her, “I can do more than read minds you know…”

If any warning bells were going off, he registered none of them, totally unaware that he was potentially being played by the mistress of evil. “She’s... smart, self-sacrificing, strong, warm and ice cold. She’s everything I don’t deserve because I would just ruin her and get us both hurt.” Physically and emotionally. “Not that she would ever give me a chance,” he admitted, eyes flickering up to meet hers. “What do you mean?” He asked in a soft voice.

atlashawkins‌:

“That was amazing. I wish I could play the violin. I can only play bass. I loved your performance. The song was really beautiful.” She says, bouncing excitedly. “Want a beer?” She had a fake id and the people here knew her, they usually would let her drink.

“Ah, yeah, I don’t know anything about those sorts of instruments.” For him, playing the violin was like riding a bike. It came naturally to him but in reality he had no memory of learning it when he was alive for the first time. “Ye -- ah, no?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Not right now. I don’t know what I want.”

lovewrotes‌:

          AND  REALLY  ,  every  part  of  her  is  telling  her  to  turn  tail  and  run  ,  go  hide  out  on  the  bench  out  front  and  just  wait  for  something  to  swallow  her  up  —  but  she  steels  herself  .  it’s  a  ghost  of  a  smile  that  passes  over  her  lips  ,  switch  slipping  into  small  purse  backpack  before  she  looks  to  the  OTHER  ,  rocks  back  and  forth  on  her  feet  .  “  …  you  did  good  ,  “  she  says  ,  softly  ,  eyes  flittering  back  down  to  the  ground  ,  because  it’s  easier  to  look  at  canvas  shoes  than  it  is  to  look  at  him  ,  and  she  could  just  call  it  quits  ,  but  pushes  further  .  (  does  she  even  have  a  right  to  ?  she  doesn’t  know  .  )  “  why  don’t  you  …  play  that  often  ?  you’re  clearly  good  at  it  .  “

       hot and cold. it was always the way she left him feeling. already a terrible judge of character, he had no sense for reading people, so he gave up on trying to read her weeks ago. otherwise, his head would always be left spinning. “ i need to have a clear head and --- that’s not really me. ” the only reason he had felt like performing tonight was because he wanted to feel like his old self. in halloweentown, he been very in tune with who he was when he was alive. memories of his passing were still fuzzy but he remembered a lot about his old life. those memories rapidly dissipated when his addictions started. “ but i’m glad ya enjoyed the show ! ”